Peter Margasak’s Delightful Tribute to the Jazz Record Mart

Read all about it, here.

You could tell it was a stressful place to work because the employees (every time I was in there) took it out at least a tiny bit on the customers. I’ve known enough “difficult” music-store owners that you might conclude it was a natural law that it was not a business for normal minds.

But all the more reason for yet another salute to long, long, long-gone Music City in Kenmore Square — the last record store I worked in and the most fun. Well-run, organized, sane, plenty smart enough about LPs and what was on them. Can’t believe I had the energy back then to go to grad school and work at Music City full-time.

Then again, it might as well have been a different world.

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